John Douglas - Wild cherry

"Suck it, baby!" I groaned, hunching faster. "I'm gonna shoot!"

Wilma's nasal whimper told me she was ready, but it was the increased suction that brought my semen spurting into her slurping mouth, caught by her flailing tongue before she gulped it down and drew my spitting cock far back in her throat where the convulsing muscles could drain the jerking hardness of the last delicious drop of thick sperm.

Friday afternoon found me crouched over my Underwood, tapping away at a colorful description of an oversexed old maid being thoroughly screwed by a well-hung Great Dane. As I typed, I could hear Kitty humming along with some fast-tempoed tune on the kitchen radio as she prepared dinner.

After the wild day and night with Wilma and her gigantic clitoris, we had limited our contact to a few kisses and one more hectic session in which she jacked me off while I licked her delightful cunt into a series of climaxes which left her weak and trembling.

The telephone jangled and she stuck her blonde head around the door to tell me someone named Jack wanted to talk with me.

"Loosen your jockstrap, buddy," Jack McPhail said after we had exchanged greetings. "Remember me telling you about Tammy?"

"Your nymphette cousin," I recalled. "What's the deal?"

"I can't shake Helen for a whole night," he explained. "But Tammy's agreed to meet us at six o'clock. We'll have a couple of hours. Can you make it?"

"Have you told her about me?" I demanded.

"I gave her a couple of your books, man," he laughed. "She's been climbing the wall ever since."

"I never like to disappoint a fan," I chuckled. I told him where we could meet and rang off. Then, giving Kitty a believable story to explain my mission, I showered and left off the usual shorts and undershirt as I donned a pair of slacks and a colorful sports shirt. If Tammy was as hot a number as Jack had indicated, I wanted to be ready for immediate action.

Jack's station wagon was waiting in the parking lot of the supermarket and he waved as I parked the Torino and hurried across to slide into the front seat beside a miniskirted bundle of voluptuous chocolate that wriggled itself against me with a flurry of bobbing breasts and sleek thighs. Her arms drew my face down and her moist lips sucked mine between them, a sweet-tasting tongue darting into my mouth to curve and twist until my cock responded by straining against the warmth of her caressing thigh.

Pulling out into the light traffic, Jack McPhail laughingly introduced us and Tammy let go of my tongue long enough to murmur a quick hello before clamping her mouth over mine again. One hand slipped down to explore my lap and squeeze the hardness she found there, her nostrils flaring with desire as she checked the length and thickness of my aroused cock. She tugged at my zipper, withdrawing her lips from mine.

"I gotta have some of that!" she whispered. "Right now!"

I grabbed her hand. "Hold it! You can wait a few minutes! People can see in here!"

"Fuck the people!" she groaned, leaning over to burrow her face in my crotch, nipping my cock through the trousers and blowing her moist warm breath against the pulsating head. I stifled a moan of desire.

"I warned you," Jack laughed. "This girl is cock crazy!"

Tammy caught one of my hands and guided it between those sleek dark thighs and my fingers felt the silk hairs of her hungry twat. Her hips lurched as I teased the damp lips, slowly insinuating one finger into the spasming lips and wiggling it about inside the churning vagina. Her mouth opened wide and covered the outlined head of my cock; trying to suck it through the cloth of my slacks.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, forcing her head up and hugging it against my chest. "Save it! If you want to eat prick, baby, I'll feed you all you can take! Just wait till we get somewhere private!"

"I want to suck it!" she whimpered, screwing her cunt against my finger and gripping my bulging shaft with eager squeezes. "I want to lick it till it's all hot and juicy! Then I want to eat it! I want it to spurt all that hot come in my mouth!" She made a wet, sucking sound. "Tammy's hungry for a big hard dick!"

Jack guided the station wagon off the highway onto a side road, following it for about a hundred yards before taking a sharp turn into what looked like a solid wall of high bushes. Beyond them, he whipped the vehicle about in a small clearing and cut the engine.

"This is completely private," he assured me. "Nobody can see the car and we can hear another car coming. It's safe."

Tammy was already unbuttoning my shirt, panting with excitement. I helped her, unbuckling my belt and sliding my slacks down and off to free the engorged shaft of my huge cock.

She exclaimed excitedly as the purple knob slapped upward against my belly. Her hands flashed, lifting the skirt and blouse and almost ripping them in her eagerness to bare her lovely body. Beside us, Jack was stripping, his own ebon dick a column of swollen lust.

Tammy was perfection in black. Her tits were high and firm, the nipples distended in desire and her dark cunt gleamed wetly from its thick triangle. She reached across my lap to open the door and scrambled past me to stand barefoot in the thick grass, urging me to turn in the seat until my legs were hanging outside the car and my cock was sticking almost straight up in hardened readiness.

Jack slid out of the seat and hurried around the car just as Tammy bent over and braced her hands on my naked thighs, shaping her full lips into a moist circle and reaching for the cock I held with nervous fingers. She made a little animal sound, fitting her mouth over the head of my prick and drawing it in to where her tongue could polish the tender tip, circling and swirling as her lips slid down the staff until the knob was pressed into the soft warm area just back of her palate.

Feeling Jack's hands on her hips, Tammy spread her shapely legs farther apart, welcoming the cock he slipped between her thighs, probing for the slippery lips of her young cunt. Her body tensed as he slid it up into the snug channel, and she tightened her mouth about my prick, beginning to suck in earnest.

A girl like Tammy, who really digs sex, seems to go a little crazy when she has two cocks to satisfy her desires. Not only was Tammy presented with a double order, but both Jack and I were quite well equipped, filling mouth and cunt as we settled down to the delightful task of giving the sensual creature the fucking she so obviously craved.

Jack McPhail was a study in passion as he hunched his flat belly against the girl's plump buttocks. I had seen him in action before, but never at such close range and in complete daylight. It added to my own excitement to watch the changing expression on his handsome face as he drove his engorged cock in and out of Tammy's juicy slit, his knees trembling with the force of his full length thrusts.

Once Tammy went to work on my tool, it was no longer necessary to hold it for her. The way her lips were gripping me insured that it wouldn't slip out of that hot wet mouth. My hands were free to guide her bobbing head, urging her to slower or faster action as my desire dictated. I was also provided with the opportunity of exploring the fit of her lips about my shaft, running my fingertips about the encircling flesh as it slid up and down, bathing my prick in her warm saliva and the more slippery seminal fluid she drew from me with her steady suction.

It was as if, for the moment, she was two persons. One was concentrating on shoving her ass back to receive the full pleasure of the pistoning cock Jack was stroking in and out of her convulsing pussy. The other was giving full and complete attention to the larger prick that strained her jaw with its throbbing bulk.

I gripped her head more firmly and began hunching up at the same time her lips slid down about my cock, urging her to take it farther back in her hot throat. I didn't try to force the issue. Tammy was enjoying herself and I didn't want to change her attitude. But, if she was willing, I wanted to shove my prick all the way.